There's nothing quite as satisfying as playing with your own child. This feeling is genuinely wonderful, a sensation that made it all too easy for Tang Mo to lose track of time.
Raising a child is such an interesting affair, especially when you have dozens of servants to help you look after the kids and a 36D wet nurse to feed them, without having to consider the cost of bringing up a child.
Tang Mo's wealth had grown to such an extent that even if his descendants were complete idiots, each more corrupt than the last, it would still be enough for them to squander into the next century.
The wealth accumulating every second was about the lifetime goal of a standard tycoon in this world.
Therefore, the children's clothes that Yulin was inspecting might appear ordinary, but if placed on Earth, they would be akin to haute couture children's wear sewn by Prada's head designer.
